Drunk Head

Ankur is pressing on me to send him some mafia gift on facebook, which I am unable to send. I finally give up, instead started to write an article on blogspot.
Drunk Head...
How much this time???
Well. There were 2 pegs of whiskey neat by me. & 1 peg vodka neat by me. I totally hate the 'smoooooothnessss' factor of this fucking alcoholic drinks. I still follow the divine words of my mentor - Nitesh, - "Whats the use of drinking if you don't get drunk only!!!"
Blenders Pride whiskey... fuck you.
Smirnoff vodka... fuck you.
Smirnoff was great in taste. Whatever lipids I accumulated, will drain them out in tomorrows gym.

So in total I had some 8 pegs I guess of the B P whiskey, & just 2 pegs of the vodka. What hell happens in that??? Absurd. Plus point from today's drink session - had some nice lectures from amit singh. Motherfucker amit singh.
Once upon a time, my cousin brother Shantanu da, spoke of sharing his flat in NY with his dear friend. I asked where does his friend hail from. He said Bihar. I immediately replied - your friend must be some shitty speaking bastard with his brains down on his heals. My bro replied - "No dear. All biharis are not the same."
Shitty regional theories.
Whatever. But amit singh does prove my theory right, when he uttered his words of wisdom - "Tomar came to help me."
Awwww. I was flabbergasted.
Rishi - "Isko chhadh chuki hai."
As if you tell me to believe that a 31 years old bastard has lesser threshold than 24 yrs fucking virgins like us, who started drinking just yesterday.
& tomar. The worst pervert & worst guy I have ever met personally. Some girls utter - "tomar is really a good friend whom I will miss." & what if that very girl happens out to be the one for whom you despise the world. Idiot! Did she tell you to do so? Ofcourse No.
FOR HOLY CHRIST. GOD'S SAKE. WHERE AM I CAUGHT.

So. Back to basics. Like my Shantanu da captions when he saw the big guitar showroom at Canada, Back to basics, back to our dear father's holy words of wisdom - "Son, your ass is bursted. If you don't look after you ass, no one else will."

I cannot comment like Ankur Kariya - "waise bhi bolne ka koi fayda nahi hota."
Hmmm. Partly, he is right.

So. Alcohol remains right where it is. Guts remains right where it is. Muscles remain right where it is. Rank. Don't utter that. I lost it with my school days. Buggershits remain where they have to. Thanks a ton that I gave this booze party to amit singh. Motherfucker amit singh. Or how on earth, else would I had got a chance to put the holy alcohol into his mouth & get his hearty words out of his mouth. So, A BASTARD REMAINS A BASTARD. Shantanu da, you are fucking wrong. Sorry. This very bastards were from U.P.

Tonight's treat for blog, going as per my words (borrowed from Kuch Bhi of fb) = "Only two kind of people in this world speak the truth; 1. Small children 2. Drunk men."

I am not drinking with amit singh again. Nor with his bossom friends. Rishi... will like to drink with you again & again, next time will try get a knock-out with you, if you wish. My most probable next booze partners will be 09 fellows. Only wish I pass the exam. Will miss Ankush in booze parties.

I wish to go home now

Alcohol Supernova

Joined 'Cigarettes & Alcohol' & 'Champagne Supernova' of Oasis, & I got a heading for my this article. This is done... when... I... got... officially nothing better to do.
Just saw an update on fb of someone saying - There is no place like home.
& one am I, whom mom keeps calling - ''son, come home.''
"What will I do at home mom???"
"& what are you doing out there?"
"gym"
"WHAT!!! AGAIN GYM"
shit. shouldn't have uttered that...
"Uhmm. Yeahhh. Not for long mom. Will go now."

Atleast Mom speaks. Dad doesn't speak to me only. If also - "U r spoiled. U r worthless." A heavy voice will keep thundering through my mobile, like a loudspeaker, even when the mobile loudspeaker is off.

Am planning a booze party. Booze... ha ha ha. Well. My this year started off well, unlike last year, when I was creating a show in C block with burnt boots & a half burnt jeans, with my whole bare chest body shinning bright with sweat, at 12:30 am of a cold December 31st nite, boozed on neat vodka, 11 pegs of whiskey followed by half quarter Romanov. That was dirty. What was dirtier. 7 pegs whiskey, 2 bottle strong beer, 1 peg rum, & 400 rs. 1 shot of tequilla, at La Horee. What followed after this were some outstanding attempts to put up a fb update & an english chat with a beggar & his dog at 1 am. This year, me, Rishi & our dear 09 juniors, cooked the best ever chicken we ate in hostel. Credit - Abhinav Puppalwar. Then, wished everyone a happy new year. Woke up Amit Singh - "Amit, its 12." Ankur kept sleeping. Thought to better not disturb him.
Did we miss something. Throughout the time, we all were wondering how great Ankush is, getting to party with his... his... his... aaaaaaaa........ his.......... his.............. ex.... no its not ex... she is still her gf... sorry... I guess she is not... was she ever... People ask me - "Did the two of them ever do anything?" "How the fuck on earth am I supposed to know that!!!" What a question.
So... our dear friend Ankush, went on through out the december month making excuses - "31st ko main nani k yahaan jaunga." "31st ko main nagpur jaake akela daru peeyunga." "1 baar to totally out hona hi hai." "31st ko to sevagram me rehna hi nahi hai."  WHATEVER YOU BIG BOY ANKUSH... WHO ON EARTH HAD EVER IMAGINED THAT SOMEONE WOULD PUNCH YOU SENSELESS ON A 31ST DECEMBER NIGHT & CARRY YOUR 115 KGS BODY 4 KMS AWAY FROM A CROWDED PUB & THROW IN A DRAIN, WHERE YOU WILL WAKE UP AT 4-5 AM IN DARK MORNING TO FIND YOU DON'T HAVE YOUR WALLET.
& Ankush - "arey bouncer ne maar diya." "arey bike se gir gaya tha." "pata nahi kaise hua. mujhe to hosh hi nahi tha."

The biggest exclamation that would come out of our mouths would be - "WHAT FUCK WERE THE REST OF THE MOTHERFUCKERS DOING!!!"
Aniket - "mujhe mat bolna. mai bathroom me tha."
"tujhe to count hi nahi kar rhe."
Rest of the cunts thought they saw a version of the movie The Hangover.

Rishi gave the best one liner out of the whole drama. Can't even write it here. Coz Rishi will read this. & some unexpected people are reading my blog. Never imagined that these people will also read my blog. & they give me feedback on twitter saying - "Ur blog is kinda cool. Never a read a boyish blog before." God knows what the fuck she means. 'Cool!!!' Imagine the expression Anthony Hopkins gives when the boy keeps saying 'cool' every now & then, in the movie The Rite.

While I was describing the Ankush story to Amit & Rishi, Amit came out saying - "Forgot yours last year. Wherever the bike would slow down, you would get down & start running & dancing anywhere in the middle of streets in nagpur at night 2 am." Rishi - "All are monkeys." Ofcourse I remember my acts. 2011 was... don't know what would be the right word to describe it as. 24th december 2010, I was in surgery ward, thinking of going to room & study hard for final year exams. 24th december 2011, sitting in my room, studying for my final year exams. The whole year, I didn't make any progress. D.O.G kept searching my roll number in the surgery viva, saying a dozen times - "You are a repeater." I kept repeating - "Yes sir."

Amit Singh, there are many things that I can't repay you back, including your  rages, but this act of yours, getting me my case in surgery, you are worth of bespoken to my coming generations, how you helped me in my exam. & there came Ankita, wavering through the curtains of the screen - "Amit is gonna leave. You need any help." Remember back Amit once, standing on the terrace in evening, quoting to me - "Thanks to God that I came to know about your amore. Otherwise you would have abdicated even on us, your best friends, just for that someone." I just smiled - "Maybe I would."

Here. Take another 'whatever'.
Again. Waiting for results. Still, not sure of passing. Practicals were definitely better. Theory, can't say. Rishi kept helping. God knows what drives that guy to help me this much. Ankur, thanks to him for giving a ride to my exam centre, in his Ritz. Otherwise, the guy frustated me during his 2nd final year exam tenure. Just kidding.
So, back to Ankush. The guy developed black eye & he had to leave for mumbai, his dad was getting operation. Last time Ankush came to my room, pressing a ice pack upon his right eye, saying - "What will I say at home?" Parents always know our stories. Mohit, sad for his 2 brothers. Told these stories to my mom, mom told dad, dad told mom to tell me - "Focus on your career. Your ass is already bursted."
I tell my mom almost everything that my friends would do after getting drunk, except the things I did or do after getting drunk. Remember back my mom, 28th december 2010, - "Don't start drinking. Don't become Devdas." I chuckled. Even my mom broke into laughter. I just said - "What mom, are you mad! Am not that mad to start drinking." WHO THE HELL ON EARTH KNEW I WOULD DRINK LIKE ANYTHING AFTER 2 DAYS. he he he ha ha ha ha.

This Paradise song of Coldplay is awesome. Can't stop playing it again & again.

Thought this session of vacations would be great. Will eat a lot. Will gym a lot. But things turned a bit confusing today. Supratim & Sunny broke into my room shouting - "Sir aapko to chalna hi padega."
Well. They kept pestering on me & I kept oggling over their 16-17 inches biceps. Now. If you tell me to do another ramp walk, that means, again diet restrictions, I hate that. & gym like hell. Just 1 month to go. & who will be there to watch & cheer for me? All juniors. My batchmates, will be busy with their internship completions. & the rest of the people, will definitely make an expression - 'He failed twice. & he is back again here. What does he think of himself!'
There was a sardar friend of my father in Bilaspur. He had a cycle shop. I would go to him everytime I did some stunt with my cycle. So this sardar uncle, when he came to know that me dad is gonna send me to Kota, he said - "Son, learn to be shameless. U will care less about what the world thinks & feels about you."
Partially, he was right. Just partially.

What else. Sardar celebrated my birthday. Here Sardar is Baghel. Had some rift with him since last year, when we had some non-sense fight over our respective crushes. Sardar remembered my last year's birthday. This time sardar asked for beer, but couldn't give him yet. Will give him. Sardar misses his neighbour & his affectionate senior, Anurag. Who else shouldn't miss him!!! he he he. I had a long tenure with this Anurag bastard since Kota days.

& so. If I am really shameless. & am really gonna walk on ramp again. Abs will definitely not come out. Nor will the biceps become 16 inches again. Will try to build big trapezius & look like Tom Hardy. Am not sure if my ramp walk is really gonna take place. I don't want to face the crowd, not this time atleast.

04 people got pg. God knows what Borasi sir did. What a guy.

& I am in ruins. Still in ruins.

& this 07 bastards will shout & fight everytime they drink. Then they will vomit & choke the bathrooms.
Still they don't create the kind of environment that 05 people would create. Yugal sir, Akshay sir... Yugal sir is a big dude now. Ortho at MAMC. I will conquer that in my dreams. he he he

Enough wrote.
Will write next time...